Revelry
We are of that generation that see sunrise in
drugged stupor when we go to sleep
Wake up in the evening to watch the sunset.
Vampires almost, drawn and compelled to the sheer
thrill of the night,
Where cravings take over and we let go to the wantons
of debauchery.
Revelry in swift moving colors,
Every shot a distinct color, every joint a world of
rainbows,
Technicolor!
Every kiss a promise of the jungle you will wade in
stolen moments.
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